Monsier Cat (Monty)

Sometimes, in the effort to make life better for an animal, things backfire.  Whereas we intended to improve his overall quality of life, Monty did not fare so well through the castration process.  After multiple attempts to place Monty in a forever home as a stallion, the decision to have him gelded was made.  Although he got through the actual procedure fine, apparently he had a weakness in his inguinal ring, because a couple of hours after the surgery, his intestines prolapsed and he needed to be euthanized immediately.  There are no words to express how sad we have been, especially given that this was an elective procedure. 
B Day

B Day (Henry) stole our hearts when we were notified about his predicament of being in a kill pen.  After appealing to our Facebook followers and making lots of phone calls, funds were raised to rescue Henry from the Stanley Brothers kill pen/collecting station.  He was thin and limping when we picked him up.  Little did we know that there was a serious infection brewing in his feet.  Despite round after round of antibiotics and therapy, as well as being outfitted with custom therapy boots, little Henry lost his battle on Saturday, September 5th.  

We don't think anyone who met Henry will forget him.  His spirit and "never give up" attitude stunned all of us, even after he shed his entire left hoof from infection and kept on standing and trying.  We will never forget his spirit, fortitude and kind, kind heart.  He is missed. 

After he passed, there was a small, white, downy feather at his head.  We know he is in a better place.

Sheer Sable

On 09/18/2011, we lost Sheer Sable, a dear
friend at TRNL. Having just taken her in, Sable
quickly stole the hearts of everyone at the farm. 
A sweet and wise mare, Sable came in after her
last foal was weaned.  A grand-daughter of Seattle
Slew, we were hoping to provide her with the
opportunity to just "be a horse" for the first time in
a long while and give her the retirement she so
deserved.  As a stakes winner, Sable earned almost
$180,000 during her racing career.  After fighting a
bad bout of colic, she was taken to the Veterinary
School at Louisiana State University in Baton Rouge. 
There, we learned that she had developed a severe
twist in her intestine and her prognosis was very poor. 
Given her level of pain and fatigue, the decision was
made to humanely end her suffering.  Sable was 15. 

Dibs (aka Grey Ide Man)

Grey Ide Man was a 6-year-old, dappled-grey little gelding who had personality plus.  After running his final race in February of 2011 and officially retired in March, this little horse was handed over to us to begin his new life.  Having raced for almost 4 years, Dibs, as he was affectionately known, quickly adapted to off-track life.  After ridding him of a nasty skin fungus that had spread from head to tail, and providing him with weeks of rest, this bodysore horse began playing and kicking up his heels in the pastures. He rolled in the mud, and rolled in the grass. He loved puddles. Dibs had large, wide-set, kind eyes. Under saddle, we quickly recognized that he would become a wonderful mount for a junior or amateur, and he easily took to any retraining offered. Not just attractive, Dibs was a beautiful little horse; well built, with the personality to match.  Dibs was very sweet, willing, and simply began enjoying being a horse again.

One quiet Saturday morning, after releasing him into the pasture for turnout, we knew something was wrong.  Dibs dropped and rolled, got up, pawed the ground, let out an agonal scream and staggered.  Carrying his head low to the ground, he walked over to a large oak tree, screaming in pain. Before, we could even describe what was happening to our vets, he had collapsed and died.  Just after he showed signs of distress, we had checked his capillary refill along the gum line; however, he was white as a sheet. We suspected that he had bled out.  

During the necropsy, we discovered that Dibs had an enormous amount of blood in his abdominal cavity.  Further investigation indicated a fist-sized hole in his diaphragm, induced from some type of trauma.  Finally, after removing his heart, it was obvious that an aortal aneurysm had been the culprit of the large amount of blood loss.  The rupture was massive and fatal.  There was nothing anyone could have done to prevent the event or to save Dibs.  Just that quickly, he was gone.  Our little horse that could was gone.  The little horse that was loving life.  It is safe to say that he shattered more than one heart that day. 

We now keep Dibs in our thoughts as we move on to help other Thoroughbreds.  He represented everything we hope to accomplish by offering new chances for these magnificent animals. 
(It is Dib's kind eye that you'll see in the header banner for each of our webpages.)